Yang was curled up in a ball in her bed. She couldn't sleep, she refused to eat, and she wouldn't move. At all. Tai sighed outside the door. With Ruby having gone off, he almost went after her. He felt like he should have, but Qrow would handle that. Birds are faster than most people, last time he checked. That meant he got to deal with the brooding blondie.

He poked his head around the corner before grunting. "Why do I always get the hard job?" He sighed awkwardly, moving to knock on the door.

"Gee, thanks dad."

He turned bright red and pushed it open. "...You heard that didn't you?" The prone teenager gave a small nod, refusing to look up at him. He sighed and stepped in, hands in his pockets. Well shit, this could only go poorly. "Look, hon, I didn't mean it like that."

Yang struggled awkwardly to pull up the blanket, given her new one armed predicament. Tai clicked his tongue and paced the room. "So..." He looked around the room, the one Yang had grown up in. Her desk that she'd used for drafting as a child was kept in perfect condition. He'd made sure it would stay that way. Her remaining Ember Celica sat, covered in dust. That bothered him. Immensely.

Normally, Yang would never let a weapon she was so proud of fall to such a state. A weapon she had built years ago when she'd decided to attend Signal. He shook the thoughts from his head and pulled the chair out from the desk. He walked over to the side of his baby girl's bed and turned it about, sitting down on it and leaning forward onto what should be the back of the chair. "Yang, you can't just lay around all day and expect everything to get better."

To his surprise, she answered him. "Why not? It's not like I can do anything else with my fucking life..."

Tai clicked his tongue. "Ah ah ah! Mouth, young lady!" He chuckled. Yang did not. Fuck, this is really bad. "Really, you're not gonna fight me?" No answer. At all. He exhaled slowly, rubbing his nose a bit. "Ya know, I did this once." He blinked. "Twice, actually."

The newly crippled blonde snorted. "Yeah, I was there. You're welcome for raising your daughter, by the way." She grunted and buried her head in her pillow. Tai barely heard what came next. "I raised both of them..."

Tai practically winced. That one hurt, but he couldn't even try to debate it. In his eyes at least, he'd been a shitty fucking father. He hadn't done any of the things he should have. He could have gone to Yang's gauntlet demonstration for her weaponsmithing classes. He didn't. He could have helped Ruby train with her scythe. He didn't. He could have taught Yang better martial arts, hell she might have kept her arm if he had. And yet? He didn't. It just hurt to much to do at the time, he couldn't look at either of them.

Especially when Yang used her semblance. The day she unlocked it, it ripped a hole in his art. Those piercing red eyes, the same ones Raven used to have. The ones he'd fallen in love with. Shrouded in mystery and burning with passion, the eyes that were two of a kind. Four, actually, as of the day Yang came into this world.

"I'm not denying that." He said finally, shaking his head. "You're a lot stronger than me. Like...a lot stronger. I couldn't even make myself stand up, and instead of worrying about it, you forced yourself through life, and made it easier for your little sister." He tried to force himself not to tear up. "When I wasn't around, I was being a really, really shitty father."

Nothing. He hadn't expected much yet. "But...that's why you have to stand up Yang. That's why you need to get back on the horse. You're a better person, a better hunter, and a better friend than I ever was. To anyone." He stood up, moving the chair to try and get to a position where he could see Yang's face, but she wouldn't let him. Figures.

"You're a wonderful girl Yang, and I have no clue what I did to have Oum bless me with a child like you. But right now, you're not being that beautiful baby girl." He shook his head as he gave up, for today at least. He moved the chair back to its spot under the desk.

"If you won't get up for yourself or for me, do it for Ruby. Do it for your friends." He leaned against the door frame, watching for any reaction he could get from her. "What about the heiress? Weiss, right? The Schnee kid?" Nothing there. Well, great.

"She fought real hard to stay with you and Ruby. Real hard." He started tapping his fingers on the wall. Tai had always been a very impatient man. Whether it was training with team STRQ, fighting against the Grimm and his enemies, or even in his relationships. Maybe if he'd learned to be more patient Raven would still be here.

Maybe Summer would still be alive.

"How do you think she would react if she found out you were just laying in bed all day?" Tai asked, crossing his arms. He was genuinely curious what Yang thought of her teammates. Maybe Yang and Weiss but heads like he and Qrow used to do? They seemed the type.

"She'd tell me to stop wasting time." Tai practically jumped when he heard the quiet little response. He wasn't sure he'd heard her correctly. "...And she'd probably start questioning you about whether our ability to do so is genetic or not." She sighed, clutching the sheets tighter. So he was making progress! Excellent!

"What about the uh, the other one? Tall, dark hair, I saw her in the pictures with you guys." The room became significantly more heated. Tai blinked and stepped back just barely, waving off the heat.

"What about her?!" The sudden growl came from the bed. "I jump in, I fucking save her, and she runs off!" She sat up and whirled around, giving Tai the most devastating glare he'd seen since he'd proposed to Raven. "I give EVERYTHING for her and what does she do? Sprints off in whatever fucking direction with a hole in her chest! She's probably fucking dead!"

Tai's gaze shot to the floor as he exhaled. "That sounds so familiar..." He said, shaking his head. "Then don't you owe it to yourself to find out?" Yang's eyes faded from red to lilac, widening slightly. Fear? Sadness? Tai had never been amazing at reading emotion. Something else he desperately relied on Summer for during her life.

"If you want to talk Yang, I'm around." He said, nodding. "But...take some time to think. Trust me, you need it. I've been there." As he turned to leave the room, he stopped in the hallway, listening carefully. The head dissipated around him as Yang's rage faded, and the softest sound of weeping came from the room. It hurt so much to walk away, but he knew she had to get that out of her system before she'd be willing to talk. She was his daughter after all. No DNA test required there.